Chu Mo slowly opened his eyes. He was dazed for a moment before settling down, lowering his gaze to examine himself carefully.
His flesh and bones gleamed like jade, his Law Body clear and flawless. The decay inflicted by that Filthlight had vanished without a trace.
"Whew."
He let out a long breath of stale air and slowly relaxed. Death was no stranger to Chu Mo, but dying to that decaying Filthlight had been a rather different experience.
Grimy robes, withered magical power, a stinking, rotting shell.
All the wondrous purity gained through cultivation seemed to have been forcibly stripped away, as though he had been cast down into the mortal dust and plunged into a mire. No cultivator would ever wish to experience that feeling twice.
Chu Mo steadied his mind and slowly raised a hand. The Small Cauldron suddenly appeared three inches above his palm, wreathed in a dim, ethereal glow.
His gaze followed it into the cauldron, where a miniature grave mound lay quietly at the bottom. The earthen grave looked rather strange, as though someone had cleaved it down the middle, leaving only its left half.
"Netherworld soil..." Chu Mo gazed at the earthen grave, a little thrill rising in his heart. With this Law in hand, his Second Divine Ability was already halfway complete.
Yet the missing half of the grave made him frown slightly. Suddenly, he recalled another urban legend: [Nether Road].
Netherworld soil had no roots, arising and vanishing with thought; the Nether Road had no fixed course, connecting the realms of darkness.
"In the Eternal Night Sea, certain urban legends aren't isolated. They can devour one another, giving birth to an entirely new [Law].
"This netherworld soil seems connected to the Nether Road. Could the two be combined?"
Chu Mo unconsciously paced